The 1926 novel THE SUN ALSO RISES

There are cabals, ugly groups, on message board sites and even scattered through AOL Journals (The real conspiracies are no doubt hidden in closed journals, groups for example who'd really like, no kidding, to assassinate personnas non-grata, such for example the brave and desirable MS Coulter) that give themselves away, for example, by being made up mostly of only one gender, and en masse, for example, will sneer at Hemingway's innocent novel of 1926 (heck, ages and ages ago!@!) The Sun Also Rises, made into, in 1956, an atrocious full color expensive junk movie starring non-actress Ava Gardner (a walking man trap most dangerous, and doubtless most disappointing when horizontal.)

Having reread The Sun Also Rises I'm ready to go to war with those who declare the negatives they find in the book, things such as the villain is Jewish, and the narrator confesses his prayer in which he expresses sorrow that he's a "rotten Catholic." The novel's glory is that it's private!  In America, no kidding, real notions of privacy are dead, dead long ago in the arts.  (Exception, the recent movie CRASH.)  Notice, on message boards and in Journals there's almost zip that's private. You don't, as a result, find many Nobel Laureates in those environs, or even speakers of personal truths that aren't cliches, and even those are unfelt. Symptom: plethoras of someone else's graphics! Emotions borrowed and unfelt. 

Barry

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